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Human wheelsjohn mellancampthis land, today, shall draw its last breathand take into its ancient depthsthis frail reminder of its giant, dreaming selfwhile i, with human-hindered eyesunequal to the sweeping curve of lifestand on this single print of timehuman wheels spin round and roundwhile the clock keeps the pacehuman wheels spin round and roundhelp the light to my facethat time, today, no triumph gainsat this short success of agethis pale reflection of its braveand blundering deedfor i, descend from this vault,now dreams beyond my earthly faultknowledge, sure, from the seedhuman wheels spin round and roundwhile the clock keeps the pacehuman wheels spin round and roundhelp the light to my facethis land, today, my tears shall tasteand take into its dark embracethis love, who in my beating heart endures,assured, by every sun that burns,the dust to which this flesh shall returnit is the ancient, dreaming dust of godhuman wheels spin round and roundwhile the clock keeps the pacehuman wheels spin round and roundhelp the light find my facehuman wheels spin round and roundwhile the clock keeps the pacehuman wheels spin round and roundhelp the light find my facefrom human wheels cd coverfrom: "donna crull" <dctgfw@hotmail.com>